Big Shaq To The Sun

"Man's not hot," Big Shaq says. "Man can never be hot. Perspiration ting."

These aren't simple lyrics, mate. These be sirens calls of a helpless man who needs to go back home. "Where is home?" you might ask yourself. It's over on that horizon, mate. Tis be Currant Bun. Let's send Big Shaq home. And let's do it with a bang.